| I’m sorry if I speak about me too much
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| I’m sorry that your illness is a sub-sequential reason you don’t eat too much,
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| oh
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| It’s obvious we drink too much
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| I’m sorry that your father never loved you
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| And you saw your mother on the TV too much, oh
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| You should pop a bottle again
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| Maybe buy a couple bars, take 'em all with your friends, yeah
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| And I don’t even wanna pretend
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| Should’ve listened when they told me it’s a means to an end, yeah
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| And now I’m all on the fence
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| I was only 19 with a lack of respect (Oh)
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| And then she threw up again
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| Said she didn’t, but you know I’m reading through it again
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| Don’t choose
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| If you love it then you cut the thing loose, yeah
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| Dark room
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| Indecisive so you know I can’t move, yeah
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| You too, you too, now
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| It’s hard for me to end a conversation
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| With «I love you» when I know it’s not true, no
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| I’m terrified by thoughts of getting close to you
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| Justify my terror when we talk it through
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| Find somebody else to cure the pain for now
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| Pop another pill and help your brain calm down
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| Then she fell down the stairs, yeah
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| So take it to the basics
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| No love, she was hopin' I could change it
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| Never been the one to pick favorites
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| Favoritism isn’t something I relate with well
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| Some way to make a statement
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| I was only tryna start a conversation
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| She was under the assumption I was famous
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| Knew she had a heart, didn’t know that I would break it off
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| Don’t choose
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| If you love it then you cut the thing loose, yeah
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| Dark room
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| Indecisive so you know I can’t move, yeah
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| You too, you too, now
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| It’s hard for me to end a conversation
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| With «I love you» when I know it’s not true, no
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| You too, you know it’s you too
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| It’s always you too, now
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| It’s hard for me to end a conversation
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| With «I love you» when I know it’s not true
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| It’s not true, babe
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| You too, you too |